//?A Curious Sergal (3)- Part 15- Version 1It was dark. But slightly warm. The wind penetrated his fur, spreading an all too familiar smooth cool all over his skin. A soft, dull pain seemed to reside in all his bones, making it just uncomfortable enough to matter. Jax’s eyes cracked open. A soft orange glow resided over everything, the trees, the soil, in small needle-like reflections on his fur.//?A Curious Sergal (3)- Part 15- Version 1 by 43616b65537079
He was too dazed to try to feign sleeping, and as he lifted his head off his right arm the pain shot through his bones, but slowly died down. As the blood returned to his arm he held his fingers in front of himself and tested them. Thousands of tiny needles danced on them while the blood began circulating again.
“You’re up”, a familiar female voice spoke, “Good”
Jax slowly shifted himself to get a better view of his audience by reaching his left arm near the ground, but nearly went limp when a pain struck his ribcage’s core.
“My General!” a small figure presented itself before o
//?A Curious Sergal (3)- Part 10- Version 1-----Of Fierce Fire and Frightened Feathers.//?A Curious Sergal (3)- Part 10- Version 1 by 43616b65537079
Fire! Fire everywhere! Ava ran as fast as he could, being careful to dodge the bodies of both living or dead. At the speed he was going, any falter in his running would foul (pun not intended) his fragile (and hollow) avian bones.
Another storm of fire arrows went up in a graceful arc just outside the city walls. He skidded to a halt, flapping his flightless wings (if you could call them that) to balance himself after such a quick stop, and ran behind one of the Sergals in the fire brigade. The furred behemoth (atleast it was a behemoth to a small Nevrean male) turned around to see the small feathered thing that had bumped into it.
"Who ar- urk!"
Blood from the Sergal's neck where the arrow pierced it sprayed all over Ava's plume. Ava only felt a slight ping of guild for using the Southern Sergal as a meat shield, the same amount of guilt he would have felt from using an animal as a shield (a non-cute animal at that). He t
TRYCHO: Prison CellsA sergal male was born in the lands, but near the end of the day he was born, a raider crew came to their small homestead and destroyed the property as well as killing off his entire family. He was the first and only child to a family of sergals who truly did not want a thing to do with the outside world of their home, after the raiders swept through the building and killed off his parents, they took the child that was kept hidden within the small stable out back to protect him. -Looks like we got ourselves a child- the youngest of the two raiders said, the oldest and battle-hardened raider looked the child over and saw the mutation in his eyes. -This child would be good money for the prison slavers in Tatola Prisons- As they took the child with them to the prisons, the child's eyes changed rapidly from grey to silverblue, the two raiders looked to each other thinking on the prize they would be reaping with a child like this. Years later as the child grew up in the prison, he kept hisTRYCHO: Prison Cells by Tristian1991
//?A Curious Sergal (3)- Part 13- Version 1Shinowaru licked the blood off his claws before returning his bracer to its rightful place. He held his lance high above his head, showing the decapitated head to its brethren.//?A Curious Sergal (3)- Part 13- Version 1 by 43616b65537079
“Now, would anyone else like to plead for mercy?!” he shouted from the battlements of his prize. He had taken the small outpost a few minutes ago to ensure that no resistance would be met when the Shigu main force, led by no other than the Brutal General herself, finally crushed all the resistance in the outlying Northern clans and proceeded in its conquest of the Sailzane.
Kyatchi looked to his Lieutenant. The elderly Southern Sergal simply stared in defiance at the imposing silhouette that stood triumphantly where he had been defending not even a few minutes earlier. Kyatchi couldn’t understand how his Lieutenant could act so brave when he could hardly keep himself from shaking out of his armor. The Northerners had come out of nowhere; a wave of grey washing over the landscape. The small
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